I dressed in my tux after a leisurely breakfast. I was early but used the time to pray in the chapel where our vows would be exchanged. I thanked God ...or bringing her into my life and giving me a true friend and partner for the future. I prayed to be a good husband and lover and partner to Claudette.Our pastor came in as I was saying “amen.” He led me into his office. “Good morning, Eric. You and Claudette seem to be ready for marriage. Continue to bathe your lives in prayer as you continue. There are two main reasons to do this, the first is to make your opponent stew a bit; it plays on some guy’s nerves, it also forces them to cool off. The other is pure ego; they want to look like they are the more important. Dave was one of those guys who didn’t care. Finley seemed to be one of those who did, and he overplayed it. We waited almost five minutes for him to show. Dave showed no trace of annoyance on the surface, just continued to move about indifferently. At one point though, in. My fair mistress turned herself round, and getting on her hands and knees, presented to my ardent gaze her magnificent bottom. I thought she meant me to once more put it into the rosy little orifice, and said so.“Oh! no,” she replied, “not there”; but putting her hand under her belly, and projecting it backwards between her thighs, she said — “Give it me and I will guide it into the proper place.” Before doing so I stooped forward and pushing my face between the glorious cheeks of her bottom,. . "Fuck me, daddy," I heard her moan. "Fuck my pussy. Drill my fuckin' pussy!" My thighs were soaked. Hearing her speak in such a manner had been a huge turn on, and seeing Terry thrust up into our nasty little girl only made me hotter. Terry smacked his hand against her plump ass, and she yelped, bucking even harder against him. "You love it when daddy spanks your ass, huh little slut?" Terry said through his teeth. Did he just say that— I felt my knees buckling. I.